User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150429212034/@comment-3474228-20150603235655

The squirrel slumps over his oars, the pain searing, sending shocks throughout his body. He never expected Virago to swing the whip this hard. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. He sees stars and shapes where fellow slaves should be, but the rest of his vision is mostly a black blur. He struggles to sit back up, but passes into senselessness.